I didn't sleep.
Not even close.
I spent the entire night staring at my ceiling like it held the answers to my life's biggest questions, which it didn't, because ceilings are famously terrible at providing relationship advice. Especially when the relationship in question involves four identical billionaire sisters who want to share me like I'm some kind of romantic time-share property.
My phone sat on the nightstand, silenced but still glowing with the weight of unanswered messages. The group chat had gone nuclear around two in the morning when Cassidy sent a photo of herself in bed with the caption "can't sleep, thinking about my future pet." Harlow had responded with seventeen heart emojis. Vivienne had simply written "inappropriate" but stayed in the chat instead of leaving. Sabrina sent a rose emoji at 2:47 AM, which somehow felt more threatening than Cassidy's entire message.
I'd turned my phone face down after that.
